The Potala Palace is shrouded in rain, hazy and cold.
Compared with the turmoil slowly spreading in the narrow streets, the Potala Palace is more of an independent state. It stands quietly in the rain, letting the clean water wash away the dust on the city wall and the mottled years. When the chill gets thicker, In a higher courtyard in the palace, an ancient wooden window suddenly opened, and a jade hand stretched out, feeling the beating of the rain:
¡°The rain has finally fallen, it¡¯s very cold and crystal clear!¡±
Next to the long-standing wooden window, leaning against Du Yaqi's delicate face, she shook off the cold rainwater from her palms: "It seems that the inheritance ceremony of the Living Buddha can only be held in the rain. The sun that the believers are looking forward to pours down with endless rays of light. We can only wait for the next Living Buddha to take over, or postpone the date of Baden¡¯s inheritance, but the believers and guests have almost arrived!¡±
"It's probably impossible to change the date. Baden can only say that he's out of luck!"
She looked sideways at Du Ziyan who came out of the bathroom, pulled out a paper towel and wiped her wet hands: "Sister, actually I never understand, why do you come all the way to find Baden? The country of China is vast in land, rich in resources, and has outstanding people. There are too many eminent monks to count with both hands and feet, and although it is difficult for Master Mingyue to find his trace, there are still many experts who can give you guidance!"
"Why are you obsessed with Baden's story?"
Du Yaqi seemed to see through her sister's thoughts, put her hair up and walked out of the bed: "And given your character, you will not discount the advice or insights he gives you, such as asking you to forget Zhao Heng's existence and live your own life. Execution? In my opinion, in fact, you already have your own answer in your mind. When you met Baden, you just wanted to get his encouragement!
After cleaning up, Du Ziyan walked to the wooden window and looked at the buildings in the rain. Today is a special day. There are many more colored lights in the entire palace. The bright rain has a beauty and beauty that has never been seen in the past. It is a kind of Distinctive and rich, the White House and the Red Palace have clear outlines under the light, and have a unique charm.
¡°The Potala Palace is so beautiful!¡±
Du Ziyan sighed while looking at the spectacular morning scenery, and after a long time he looked back at Du Yaqi: "Although there are many enlightened monks in China, only Baden is the only one who dares to show his love and pursuit to the world. He is the supreme leader of Tibetan Buddhism during the day. , is the most beautiful lover in Tibetan City at night, looking at China, how many masters can match his love and hatred?"
There was a touch of softness on Du Ziyan's face: "Although I have never met Baden, I have heard many legends about him. He is the most respected disciple of Master Sun and Moon and the most unique living Buddha in Tibetan City. He has many other legends. The widely circulated poem, "Two people and one horse, tomorrow will be the end of the world" How can anyone understand such a poem without experiencing a bone-breaking pain?"
Du Ziyan has obviously done enough research on Baden: "When he was young, he once fell in love with a woman named Dawa Dolma. He thought they could be in love forever, but in the end, due to family interests and religious differences, his father was bloodied. He killed the beloved woman¡¯s family, which eventually led to the two of them parting ways, and the beloved woman also stayed away from Cangcheng and married someone else!¡±
"He fantasized about three lives and three lifetimes, but in the end, he ended up separated by one person and one horse."
The girl smiled sadly: "This love story will be Baden's eternal pain!"
When Du Yaqi pricked up her ears to listen, Du Ziyan said softly: "I came all the way here to find him. In addition to seeking medical treatment because of my illness, I also felt that he was such a loving and holy living Buddha who had experienced love and sorrow. You must be able to sympathize with my pain and give me the best advice, which other masters who are pure-hearted and reticent cannot give me!"
Du Yaqi nodded: "Listening to what you said, it makes sense!"
Du Ziyan brushed her hair, then leaned against the window and sighed: "Of course, what you just said is right. I just want to find someone who can understand my feelings to talk to and release the emotions that have been suppressed in my heart for a long time. I hope he can point out something. The clear path I want, Zhao Heng and I have worked hard to get to where we are now, and I will not let go of this happiness easily!"
There was a complexity in her eyes, but at the same time she became firm: "The reason why I am entangled is because I have the knot of my mother in my heart. I need an encouragement and a step. With it, I will have enough courage to face it again." To Zhao Heng!" She looked at Du Yaqi and sighed softly: "Sister, I know you want me to toss, but I can only toss now!"
Du Yaqi stepped forward and held her sister's hand: "I understand!"
"Bang, bang, bang"
At this moment, the knock on the door suddenly sounded, neither heavy nor light, but it covered up the storm outside the window. Du Yaqi shook her sister's hand hard and opened the door. She saw the Nujiang Lama standing at the door with a calm face. ,?Then, he greeted the two of them politely: "Two donors, good morning, the living Buddha has invited you, and he wants to have breakfast with you!"
Du Yaqi nodded: "Okay, we'll go there right away!" She turned around and held Du Ziyan's hand, moving towards the door, with her left hand ready to go. For some reason, she always harbored a suspicion of the Nujiang Lama. She was on guard, maybe because of the latter's ferocious appearance, or maybe because of the violent aura exuded by the latter. In short, she felt like ferocious beasts were surrounding her!
The moment she closed the wooden door, she turned around and saw a plume of black smoke rising from the end of the window
Black smoke came from the entrance of the restaurant where Zhao Heng was, and a three-wheeled motorcycle spontaneously ignited!
What was originally a protest against privileges and injustice quickly turned into a vicious incident as the Tibetan boy fell to the ground. More than 20 Tibetans who were stopped by the military police and members of the Zhao family pointed at the Tibetan boy and shouted murder. The suppression quickly made the hundreds of people behind become irritable and aggressive, shouting and cursing, and chaos ensued on the street.
The thick smoke from motorcycles rose tenaciously in the rain, like a beacon. Merchants from far and near hurriedly closed their stalls, shops quickly closed, and some pedestrians left in a hurry.
¡°Young Master Heng, something is going to happen!¡±
Gong Mingyue shouted to Zhao Heng next to her: "There are more and more people who don't know the truth. For your safety, you must leave as soon as possible!"
An ant can easily be trampled to death, and ten thousand ants can easily devour a person.
Zhao Heng remained as calm as water. He looked at the crowd that was gradually gathering and smiled lightly. He picked up a tsampa that was still emitting heat, dipped it in some sugar and put it into his mouth. He seemed not to notice the conflict at all. Gong Mingyue's phone rang again. After answering it, her face turned ugly. Then she looked at Zhao Heng and reported in a low voice:
¡°Young Master Heng, there are also riots in six other places!¡±
¡°One school, two hospitals, and three official institutions were all affected!¡±